This was a kind of wealth Travis would never grasp—the kind you couldn’t invest, showcase, or discuss at a country club.
At lunch, while my students ran outside, I sat in the teachers’ lounge with Janet, picking at a three-dollar cafeteria salad that somehow tasted better than the overpriced appetizers at Travis’s favorite restaurants.
“Big birthday plans?” Janet asked.
“Dinner at Chateau Blanc,” I said, forcing enthusiasm.
“Ooh, fancy,” she replied, then raised an eyebrow. “Just you two?”
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